يا عائِداً قَد جاءَ يَشمَتُ بي

قَد زِدتَ في سُقمي وَأَوجاعي

O you who have returned to gloat over me

You have increased my sickness and my pains

وَسَأَلتَ لَمّا غِبتَ عَن خَبَري

كَم سائِلٍ لِيُجيبَهُ الناعي

And you asked, when you were absent, after my news

Like one who asks only so the mourner may answer